A Troubled Raccoon [Kyman]

Serious Sap

"Dunno." I kick the steel beam that supported my desk. I braved myself to face the jew sitting beside me, he's leaned over surprisingly close and our faces almost met.

I flinch at the sudden closeness, I take the time to analyze his pale skin, noting how his sneaky emerald eyes suited his narrow chin and phoenix hair quite well.

After a moment of eternity, he abruptly plops down muttering, is he actually deep in thought?

I struggled to keep my eyes forward, I hope nobody saw my stupid fucking reaction. I flicker my eyes at the damn jew to see a faint blush decorate his pale cheeks. Damn.

I quickly turn back to the board to hide my heavier blush. I'll have to interrogate this shifty rat, what does he think he's doing?

The day speeds through the classes, the teachers were unrelenting asswads and are fucking us full of information.

My wrist ached as Lunch arrived, I wrapped my free hand around it and scowl. I absentmindedly call my wrist 'a bitch' as I trotted to the cafeteria. My eyes scanning the crowd upon my approach. The school body shaped awkwardly, slowly inching closer to the cafeteria doors.

I closed my eyes and inhaled strongly though my nose, cringing at the sudden impact. The mixture of a thousand different hints of a flavor mingling softly with each other wasn't as pleasant as I thought It'd be.
I zero in on my favorite one and began pushing through the tightly packed crowd to find the source.

"..Sick, dude." I frown as my nose led me to the calm ginger, nose attached to his planner.
"Cartman." Kyle spoke impatiently. "Hey, I didn't do anything yet!" I whipped my hands up defensively.

"We gotta talk, asshole." He spits, venom lacing his words. "..After the superhero meeting." His tone softens considerably, still staring me down. This stupid Jew has me a little concerned, I shrug, I have questions too. "Sure."

The crowd starts to fill in, cliques float to their selected tables. I wanted to walk a bit faster to the lunch line, so I nudged the skinny bastard with my shoulder as a warning in advance. I look over my shoulder to see him following close behind, the sight made my heart quicken a little.

After retrieving my lunch, I sneakily plucked an extra apple to put on my tray. I snicker, blind idiots. I strode proudly with my stolen apple to the lunch table my friends usually sat at.

"Ey' Retards." I take my seat as resounding greetings are shot my way, I eye everyone's trays and stop at Kyles. I groan, "Dumbass." I take my extra  apple and plop it on his tray. He always underserves himself, I swear with the way he eats he might as well be a jew-rat!

Kyle abruptly stops chattering his mouth off as he stares at the foreign apple, his expression looked like he saw a ghost. Jesus Christ.
"T..thanks, Cartman." I furrow my brows and look away from his shocked expression.

"Shit, whatever."  My peers across from the table erupted in laughter. These assholes have every right to laugh though, I've always insisted on hoarding my food.
"Dude! Cartman are you al- (laugh) alright?" Stan struggles to keep laughs in and barely spits out his sentence.
"Has h-hell frozen over?" Jimmy chips in with a wide smile.

"Ease off dudes, but seriously, Cartman. What's up?" Kyle intercepts, smart jew.

"You eat like a mouse." I state in the tone of a no-duh moment. Kyle rolls his eyes, one day that damn jews eyes is gonna get stuck in the back of his thick skull.

"I don't need as much sustenance as you do." Kyle takes a bite out of the apple I gave him, there goes all my anger. "Whatever." I cross my arms.

"We all still on for the meeting?" I smirk, knowing the answer. I like hearing the excitement for the game.

"Y-you can b-be.. bet your fatass I am!" Jimmy trailed with excitement. I frown.

"You don't have to ask twice." Token states, with Clyde following "Bzzt. You know the deal." A few chuckles from the table emit from Clydes iconic buzz.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Stan confirmed, sending a nod my way.

Craig and Tweek both give a sturt nod as they resume whispering to each other.
"You know it Eric!" Butters cheered annoyingly.

[POV change: Nobody/Third]

Cartman looked over to Kyle for his answer, "Obviously, dude. But speaking of the meeting, where's Kenny and Scott?" The red-head inquired. Nobody has seen the two the entire school day.

"Well Kenny's stayin' at my house fellers."
Kyle rose a brow at Butters, "What for?"

"Why, he's sick and he insisted on stayin' over. But not to worry fellas, he's comin' to the meeting regardless."

Stan sighed, he used to skip school with Kenny all the time. He definitely didn't get a text from Kenny, so he must really be sick ..at butters house? He guessed his house isn't all that clean, Stan wouldn't want to stick around either. He'll text Butters to help him clean Kennys room.

"And Scott?" The boy with the green hat continued.

"I thi-nk he's just staying home todAY! We called yesterday and he was pretty si-ck with worry." Tweek twitched violently, tugging on Craig's hat. Craig didn't mind, absentmindedly rubbing Tweeks hands with his thumb.

Cartman stared at the couple as a worry collected on his forehead. He silently longed for someone to support like Craig did to Tweek, but he figured his shitty attitude didn't earn him any brownie points.

Cartman leaned into his perched arm on the lunch table, he could feel his heart beat slower than he was used to.

The large brunette scoffed, and tore his gaze away from the in-love duo. Now his eyes idly bore into Kyles shoulder, ginger curls draped gently over them. Cartman thought about how well Kyles hat matched with his eyes and hair, it's so well-fit and dare he say, perfect. He abruptly jerked up when he realized where his thoughts were heading, startling everyone.

"If you're gonna sleep do it somewhere else!" Kyle yelped, "I'm eating here."

Cartman's blank stare turned into a look of irritation, "Yeah, eating cheese dumb jew-rat!"

His eyes flicker to Kyles mouth nibbling on his bread. "See?" Cartman gestured wildly to Kyle, emphasizing his disbelief.

"I've been eating like this for a millennia, Fatass." Kyle continued his ridiculously tiny bites.

"No wonder you're a scrawny ginger." Cartman tears through his remaining apple.

The bell rung piercingly as Lunch swiftly came to an end. The kids tore through the last classes with ease, now their hidden identities could finally reveal themselves.

A/N: 1k words again! Looks like Cartman has some insecurity, poor boy. Who'll come to save him now? Thank you so much for reading, tell me what you thought of this chapter below! ❤️💚❤️💚
CHAPTER ART: @Deergal22

Edit: rephrased some stuff, attempted to clean up the chapter